Just as I had always hoped but never dared dream, the ethereons have transformed me. The ugly, awkward teenage body of Tubby Tim-Tom is gone. In its place, a statuesque beauty of superhuman strength and speed: I am Timothy Thomasson, ethereon! Gorgeous, powerful, desired, loved! Despite becoming a target for jealousy and fear from the small-minded, I return to school to say farewell and forgive my tormentors. In my new form, I see their petty squabbles clear. Now that I have risen above, it is plain to my superior senses in a way I could never have seen while among them.

I see Darren Calniuk, handsome (for a human), charming, cheer captain. Making my way to him, I put my shapely hand on his shoulder and say, "I forgive you," with great sympathy.

"Uh, hi? Who are you?" His friends shake their heads.

I straighten up. "I am Timothy Thomasson." He looks blank. "The one you called Tim-Tom." My voice drips with venom.

"Ohhhhh." He and his friends nod. "Didn't recognize you at all, man. You like the change?" I hesitate, then nod. "Hey, man, good for you." Then they walk on.

Why won't they hate me for being beautiful?